Him and I

Chapter 3. "There's a time for games and there's a time to kill"

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT A FUCKING LEFT IS FOR FUCKS SAKE!" I sighed in frustration as uncle was trying to drive down one of the main roads in Gotham.

"Uncle, what's this club called again?" I asked whilst reading the signs on the tall buildings. Gotham during the day isn't so pretty. But during the night..it was like New York City. Bodies walking amongst the streets with no care in the world for the poor resting amongst their feet. The disease spreading because of no medical evaluations. Crime always at #1 in the nation...welcome to Gotham, baby!

"Heathens, my little bird. Look i must tell you. When we get there I really do have to attend to buisness with The Joker. So this trip isnt all fun and games " he spoke softly, keeping his eyes on the road. When we hit a stop light i looked out my window and down an ally way just because. I saw people who were obviously robbers of some sort all piling into a van, and the last person i sawwas ghostly pale, with green hair. Vibrant fucking green hair!

"Wow!" I said, looking away. What was transpiring in that ally way was not my concern whatsoever.

"What is, my little bird?"

"I just saw the most peculiar thing..it was probably something that isn't for my eyes.." i spoke softly looking ahead of me. I clutched onto the small amethyst crystal my father gave to me when i was young. It was "good luck", as my father put it.

"Little bird... this is Gotham. Nothing that happens here is for anyones eyes, but we still see it. Ah! Here we are!" He said, pulling up to a building that looked almost industrial. But the vibe about it was very club atmosphere. Big, beefed up security. A line wrapped around the block. As we got out of the car, we were met by a familar face.

"Mercy...it's good to see you." A man that looked like dad's twin spoke to me.

"God Johnny when did you decide to grow a beard?!" I asked, feeling the hair. Johnny looked exactly like our father only young.

"About a couple weeks ago. Unc, how are things? How's buisness?" Johnny asked, pulling me close for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, greatful for him being here. Out of the three siblings, Johnny and I are definitely closer.

"Buisness is beautiful! And about to get downright gorgeous" uncle said, his smile getting bigger as we walked into the club.

And i was right, it's a strip club.

As we made our way through the crowd of men and women alike, we made way to a secluded VIP room with glass walls and gold beaded curtains. There was a security gaurd on either side of the entrance, and beyond the entrance was the main man himself.

The joker.

He was actually EXACTLY how people depicted him. Pale, almost ghostly. Eccentric green hair. Bright blue eyes that are really something else. "Fucking Gotham Villian's." I said to myself and shook my head. But as we all sat down, i couldnt help but feel the clown staring into my soul. And as i looked up, i was correct. His head was cocked to the right, staring me down. I mean.. i know Fashion Nova's dress looked amazing on me but did i have something on my teeth? Was my hair off? Fuck i must have filled in one eyebrow again. In true Mercy form, since his head was on the right, I cocked my head to the left and he smiled and laughed. God his laugh was awful, but it had some sort of nice ring to it.

"J! It's good to be in your presence again my friend!! How is buisness?" Uncle asked the joker, and he broke his gaze away from me and looked at Uncle.

"Buisness....is...great! Haha. I cant get cobblepot off my ass for shit but that's why i called you. What can you do to get them away from me?" His voice was so raspy. (And) as i studied him more, i began to notice little details about him. He was wearing dress slacks, with a white button up that had the first couple of buttons undone. Sporting a cane, the man totted it around like it was some kind of fuckin' toy. He had tattoos up and down his chest. Couple on his face, one which was the word "damaged" written in beautiful cursive. Note to self.. ask him what the fuck that one came from. He was clearly wearing makeup.. no one has dark circles that were almost black around their eyes naturally. And it also takes a very secure man to wear red fucking lipstick.

This man.. is something else.